Broken Strings Remedy

(yeah!) The cupboard is empty,

the well is dry

My pockets are dusty,

but I won't cry

I walk down these tracks in the pouring rain

Just trying to outrun this heavy chain

Oh, the wind is howling cold (so cold)

And this story is getting old

Hard times knocking at my back door

(knock, knock) But I ain't laying down on this floor

I got fire in my belly,

iron in my stride Hard times,

you got nowhere left to hide!

They took my house,

they took my land

But they can't take the fire in my hand

I'll strike a match,

I'll light the dark

From this little coal,

I'll make a spark

Hard times knocking at my back door

(oh yeah!) But I ain't laying down on this floor

I got fire in my belly,

iron in my stride Hard times,

you got nowhere left to hide!

No where left to hide!

(no where) Hard times,

your day

is

done!